Okay, so remember last week when I said my son was doing fine after he and his sister moved out? Well, I was wrong. They went to a camp in Santa Cruz and apparently both came back with COVID. Of course, I didn't know that when I shared an ice cream sundae with him. They both ended up moving back home with us for a few days while we all wore masks and kept the windows open. In the end, I never got sick, but like the first time around with COVID, I got these strange symptoms without testing positive or getting sick.
The first time, I had COVID toes, stomach problems, rashes out of nowhere, phantom smells, and fatigue. Then, when I finally got COVID a couple of years later, I lost my sense of smell for good. Until the other night.
When we had the fire at FlapJacks nine years ago, there was this terrible smell of burnt grease. Well, the other night, after not being able to smell for two years, that is all I could smell. I kept going around the house and the yard to see what was on fire. It turned out to be a phantom smell, but how does your mind remember a smell from nine years ago? Honestly, I have not smelled anything like that since the fire nine years ago. Everyone is fine now, but man, I just wish I had a clue.